The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

Chapter 6

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typed in twelve layers of encryption codes. Th

tiple proxies and entered the highest

top right corner, her inbox exploded. T

locked onto a pinned bounty at the top of the

lion dollars for the exact location of th

spread across her face. She was [Surgeon]. Some

f the bounty poster. The firewall was mas

y. The forum chat went wild as the legendary

vel jobs tracking offshore money laundering

ew browser. She accessed the databa

st elite school in the state. To destroy G

She found her own transfer file. Her real gra

lure was perfect from the very beginning. She created a new one. She changed her SAT score to a miserable 400. She added fake disciplinary reports claim

aptop and turned

without waiting. He held a printed piece of pa

his? Four hundred on the SAT? You are going

not letting you go to Gayla

up. She looked at hi

ll the press. I will tell them exactly how you treat your

e pointed a shaking finger at her. "Keep your

d the doo

s wearing a plain white button-down shirt and f

a custom-tailored White Feather unifo

ashy habits," Gayla said loudly to Carmelita.

ed up a piece of dry toast from the t

and on the doorknob. S

n match your stolen t

ttered loudly against her porcelain p

ing luxury town car. She put in her earphones and

Upper East Side. She watched her reflection

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“Annette was nothing but a mobile blood bank to her stepsister and her fiancé. Bound to a heavy iron chair in a freezing basement, she watched her own blood drain into a plastic bag. Her stepsister, Gayla, smiled flawlessly and whispered the ultimate betrayal. "Your mother didn't die of a heart attack. My father poisoned her for her patent." Her fiancé, Bryton, stepped back in pure disgust, complaining that the smell of her dying blood was unbearable. They watched her struggle against the metal chains, her wrists tearing open as the coldness of extreme blood loss drained her core. They had stolen her mother's wealth, her home, and now her life, leaving her to flatline in complete darkness. As her vision faded into gray, extreme fury flooded her veins. Why did her mother have to choke on her own foam while these parasites lived in luxury? She swore to herself with her last heartbeat that if she ever had another chance, she would tear them all apart. A sharp alarm clock rang out, and Annette's eyes snapped open to the smell of peeling paint. She was back in her cramped trailer at seventeen, exactly three days before her nightmare originally began. She smashed the mirror, grabbed her hidden cash, and headed straight to Manhattan to secure her mother's legacy before they even knew she existed. This time, the timid country girl they expected was dead. The legendary hacker had returned, and the game was about to start.”